Accidents Happen

Baby need shoes, mama need a house, goin' through racks again Baby mama bitchin' 'bout another bitch and I got 'em racks again Caught me down when I was slippin', But I promise I'll never lack again My shooter trigger finger itchy, nigga, might just hit you on accident Reload the strap again, we comin' back again You double-crossed on a nigga, we hit him and it ain't by accident Throwin' new racks again, blowin' through stacks again Hella new plaques again, spittin' these facts again Sippin' the dirtiest, baby The shipment come, we get the earliest, baby I'ma spend it, I'm courteous, baby The first to the fuckin' thirtieth, baby It ain't a place a nigga can't go One Umbrella, that's the fuckin' gang though Had to imprint it on a chain though Switchin' different whips like I'm lil' Django I done came up from the sidewalk Now I rap, nigga used to slang dope From the fistfights to the shootouts In the parking lot and now it's bankroll Was a broke nigga, now I came up I don't do this shit to entertain ya Can't believe I even got this famous Yesterday, I was grippin' on a stainless I was sellin' dope from out the Popeyes I was whippin' corner counter-clockwise Tryna get the Porsche with the frog eyes Sellin' dope, a nigga should be top five Got extended clip inside a Glock 9 It was never times I forgot mine If a nigga trippin', turn to Columbine Shootin' anybody that his shots find Niggas say that they deserve my position But them pussy niggas, they did not grind If we talkin' 'bout shit that Separates me and you, nigga, it's a long line I done came through, Bentayga Bentley Never thought that I'd be seein' this when I was young and I was playin' Sega Genesis Pancake seats made at Denny's, that's real nigga shit We don't pay a bitch nigga debt Bet your life on the line 'cause we don't make lil' nigga bets, nah Look at all this dope, it ain't by accident Bitch nigga, I'm froze, it ain't on accident She gon' give me that throat, it ain't on accident Fuck nigga, just know Throwin' more racks again, blowin' through stacks again Bitch, I might back the Benz, it ain't on accident Backin' that back again (Oh), done fucked up my stacks again (Oh) Nigga get clapped again, it ain't on accident Shitted on 'em, so I know they mad Copped my freezer from AZ in Rollie bag Grippied up, we don't care where the police at And we scorin', fuckboy, where your homies at? Niggas know us, we 'bout it, we love to drill Some my youngins be on that, they love the field We pull up, we blastin' this shit for real Mama said, "It's for nothin', you need to chill" I'm goin' off, still on that gang shit But I told you ain't lane switch I catch a lick, it ain't really 'bout shit We gon' spin off the strip and just change whips Ain't no security with me, We totin' like fifty, that's life if the gang slip But fuck it, we live how we live and I know What I did, plus it's too late to change shit Ain't no fightin', that Glock rearrange shit If you tryna meet death, I'll arrange it In a foreign, I pick up your main bitch She was suckin' my dick and I came quick I ain't even gon' talk on the opp side Y'all could say what y'all want, but do not slide Caught him slippin', he ran into Popeyes Everybody all tough 'til them shots fly, gang Look at all this dope, it ain't by accident Bitch nigga, I'm froze, it ain't on accident She gon' give me that throat, it ain't on accident Fuck nigga, just know Throwin' more racks again, blowin' through stacks again Bitch, I might back the Benz, it ain't on accident Backin' that back again, done fucked up my stacks again Nigga get clapped again, it ain't on accident